Interlude: Feeling just about human

Seven hours at Hoplop yesterday, got a lot of random writing done but didn’t have my Creepy and Hatboy draft on my phone so didn’t get anywhere with it. May have to come back to the story later, don’t want to force it.

Had a great night at Jean and Kate’s birthday party, managing to get out of Kallio without any jallu consumed although a ton of fortified wine, punch with 80% alcohol volume booze in, and a mess of box white left me with a headache I righteously deserve today.

And I took the 717 night bus all the way to the end of the line and then had to walk home at 03:00am, which might have ended badly if it wasn’t for Google Maps. So that’s grand.

I was saddened to hear that Avicii had died. I didn’t know his music well but what I knew, I liked. I have a cute mental video of Wake Me Up with the Astro Tramp 400 crew, a sort of trailer. What a sad loss to the world. Thanks for the music.

Also saddened to see that Verne “Mini Me” Troyer had died. The poor-taste “short” jokes were everywhere, but from his career and from what I’ve read about him since, it seems like he’d kind of approve. He made people laugh and he left the world a better place for his presence. Good man.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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